Don’t mind me, I’m just feeling a bit introspective, and talking to myself.

An old girlfriend sent this photo to a friend’s mother, who forwarded it to him, then -only after scanning it and posting it online- he forwarded it to me.

Let’s see now… We’ve got a tall skinny dude, with dark curly hair, the beginnings of a Fu-Manchu mustache, a rose in his teeth, wearing a Budweiser t-shirt and looking like he’d be the first to volunteer to do something incredibly stupid just because it sounded like it might be fun… Yup, that was me at 20 something.
–This was taken just before my hair got long enough to be put into the ponytail I wore for years.–

And this was taken a couple of years back, at age 58.
The ponytail is long gone, I’m no longer skinny, and I’d gotten over trying to prove anything to a room full of drunks.
Well, I’ve mostly gotten over it, because after about one more shot, trouble and more trouble there -ain’t they cute?- could have talked me into doing something incredibly stupid without even trying.
I’d like to think I’ve grown up a lot and gotten at least a little smarter since the days when I was young and invincible, and except for being fat, having bad knees, a tweaky hip and a blown-out shoulder, I like me better the way I am now than the way I was when I was that twenty year old kid.

My hairline (or lack there of) doesn’t bother me, being old doesn’t bother me cause I ain’t dead yet, in fact the only thing I miss about being twenty is being able to work hard all day, party hard all night, then get up and do it all over again. –Now I get out of bed and run the short list: what doesn’t hurt. Ah well, such is life.

Just remember: as long as you keep moving they don’t throw dirt on you.